Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Two Thousand Fifteen

The year 2015 has stepped down. What a year, isn’t? I normally get to imagine or relate something to something. For me 2015 is a naughty guy who is in his thirties, better say early thirties. I do remember that the acquaintance with him was pretty normal. Exactly how you meet a new person. The jelling up took for a while and I found a happy remarkable time and expected the same. I called them potential happiness! And the power of this is nothing but luring. The things we got from this guy and the experience derived during the first set of weeks were pretty good. But I think he had put his own share of effort to tell me indirectly that " things are yet to come or told”. Politely my unconscious had them rejected. I did realise all those only when time rolled, and rolled.

The happening year ever in my life was the recent one. And the surprise he has given me is awesome and troublesome. Every shades of life were shown and I could easily name this as a synopsis of one life. You ask me and I have that in my 2015 kitty. Lot of good things, and a few bad. If I plot the happenings and vibe stitched, it would be a long tail bar chart where the tallest bar is my grieves and the smaller ones are smileys. I had a series of happy moments and a few big negative bangs. And I think that’s how life has been designed. It gives you plenty of tiny happiness and once in a while a giant piece of shit.

Now it's fun to look back at the shore, see the memories and apparently knowing my brand new buddie , 2016. Truly I don't know, to what I should relate the new one. May be by next year this time I may find lot of good things to place beside 2016 (again I don't know). But secretly wishing the best.